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Chapter 118 Do You Want It? Wonder Woman's Plans

"go astray?"

Lucas let out a sneer: "Ha—I must say, fate is truly the most diligent programmer in the world."

Fate has branded me with baseless accusations, and now you're trying to sow discord between us brothers?

Lucas fell from mid-air.

Shadow boots, gleaming with a dark, cold light, tread on the scorched earth.

Under the micro-biological field granted by shadow particles.

There wasn't even a single footprint on the wet ground.

He walked step by step toward Diana: "To interpret 'fate' as a 'predetermined future' means that whatever happens will happen sooner or later—"

That sounds like the most utterly boring, dry humor in the world. Don't you agree, Ms. Diana?

Wonder Woman looked at Lucas. "I'm not trying to drive anyone away. I'm just doing the right thing. You can't control what the future holds, but it's real."

"The right thing to do?"

"The so-called right thing" is nothing more than an elaborately woven cage, which is then taken for granted as the only correct thing to do.

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Souls unwilling to enter the cage are lost sheep.

"You keep saying you're not blinded by prejudice, but every single definition you made about me just now, wasn't it based on your lofty 'prediction'?"

Simply because they don't fit everyone's template of the "perfect hero."

"And you, my dear goddess of truth—"

His voice suddenly turned cold: "Your greatest arrogance has never been misjudging my good and evil."

"It is your belief that you are qualified to judge others."

Wonder Woman's expression froze.

Because she found herself unable to refute a single word Lucas said.

She could certainly attribute it to fate, but that wouldn't be convincing at all.

Diana even explained somewhat flusteredly, "I am not judging—I am merely stating a possibility that I have witnessed firsthand, a possibility that is beyond doubt!"

"That's not prejudice; it's the inevitable end point revealed by fate, the convergence of countless timelines."

I saw ruins soaked in blood. That—was not my conjecture, but a hint from fate itself—fate never errs.

Diana took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound sensible again.

But the barely perceptible tremor in her voice betrayed her somewhat flustered state of mind.

Because the moment she finished speaking, Diana suddenly realized something extremely terrifying: every word of her seemingly sincere explanation was desperately trying to prove that she was right.

But this precisely confirms Lucas's most fatal accusation:

She continues to define others based on her own standards, what she believes to be correct, and even more so on vague and abstract notions.

This kind of fallacy is like during World War I, when she naively believed that the war would end as long as Ares, the god of war, was killed.

The results of it?

World War I did end, but peace did not last long; the even more devastating World War II broke out, just as Ares once countered:

I merely whispered inspirations of weapons, poison, and war in their ears, yet it is humanity itself that forces each other to fight and initiates conflict. I never forced anyone to act; their inherent greed and hatred are the root of all calamities.

The images from the past suddenly flashed through Wonder Woman's mind, and she even felt her breathing become rapid.

Just then.

She suddenly realized that something was wrong with her.

Because as the goddess of truth, she shouldn't be like this; she should be rational and composed.

Furthermore, and most importantly, even if those future events do happen.

What we need to do is not to blame the other party.

Instead, we should use the concepts of love and peace to correct them or influence them before a tragic event occurs.

Because if we don't do this, it will not only be of no help, but it will also push Lucas to the opposite side of peace and justice more quickly and directly.

In other words, the potential future carnage and bloodshed might be influenced by factors that he himself orchestrated.

This is definitely not what Wonder Woman would want to see.

After realizing this, Wonder Woman took a deep breath.

His flawless, perfect features stared directly at Lucas: "I'm sorry, you're right. I shouldn't have done that, judging anyone from what I consider to be a superior position."

Lucas was somewhat surprised by Wonder Woman's sudden change in attitude.

He looked directly at Wonder Woman, who was standing in the middle of the Justice Society's disabled members.

Although the other person wasn't wearing their signature armor, but rather a long dress that didn't quite match their usual style...

But this does not diminish Diana's heroic and valiant presence as the strongest female warrior on Paradise Island.

Furthermore, the loose-fitting, waist-cinching long dress actually accentuates her slender and full figure, giving her a unique charm.

Lucas did not respond. Instead, he looked past Wonder Woman and at Hawkman, who was still clenching his fist.

When he met Lucas's gaze, unlike his concealed anger, Hawkman remained unusually silent and did not speak.

He didn't even show any other emotion on his face, as calm as a pool of black water.

He had no reason to doubt that if he acted too aggressively at that moment, the other party might snatch the dagger away.

He completely severed any chance of meeting the reincarnation of the Eagle Girl.

Absolutely!

An evil and boring being could not possibly let this go.

Lucas immediately lost interest.

I thought the other party would act righteously and take action. But clearly, Hawkman's bonds were too strong.

Thinking this, he looked at the eagle woman next to the man, whose skin was wheat-colored and whose features were three-dimensional.

The other person narrowed their eyes slightly, their gaze flickering twice, as if they were thinking about something.

Finally, Lucas looked at Courtney, who was hiding in the crowd.

The other person was like a hamster that had wandered into a flock of sheep, desperately shrinking into the smallest ball, even holding their breath for a while, thinking that as long as they didn't move, they wouldn't be discovered.

However, he had a prior agreement with Pat, and besides, it was really difficult for him to have any real intention to kill a single-parent girl who was going through puberty.

"That's it." Lucas muttered to himself, walked to Clark's side, grabbed him, bent his knees slightly, and with a "whoosh," soared into the sky, disappearing from everyone's sight in an instant.

"We can't just leave like this."

A hint of helplessness flashed across Wonder Woman's face.

The misunderstanding ended abruptly without even a proper explanation, which was not the outcome she wanted.

With that thought in mind, Diana immediately ran towards Kent Farm.

However, as they approached Kent Farm, Wonder Woman suddenly hesitated.

She realized that she hadn't figured out how to influence or correct the other person, and that meeting them only resulted in her being rendered speechless by their constant back-and-forth.

Instead of trying to figure things out in a short time, I should think of a more appropriate or gentler approach.

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The second floor of the warehouse.

"Lucas, your armor is so cool—really cool!"

Standing on the deck, Clark stared intently at Lucas's Shadow Armor, and couldn't help but let out a sigh, his eyes seemingly shining.

At this restless age of youth, no boy can resist something incredibly cool.

Especially since the armor looks futuristic and mystical!

Even Superman is no exception.

Even upon seeing the Shadow Armor, he felt his blood rushing uncontrollably, growing hotter and hotter, and a surging, innate desire welling up in his chest.

This longing wasn't for the armor his brother was wearing, but for the armor itself.

For him, that was a profound meaning.

However, amidst this longing, a sense of confusion suddenly flashed through his mind.

Clark couldn't imagine why he would wear such a suit of armor.

After all, according to his ideals, there was absolutely no need for him to dress himself up like this.

But the thought quickly vanished.

He remembered what Lucas had said before: there was no need to concern himself with the meaning behind some things.

Meaning itself is the most boring and useless thing.

"significance----".

Clark lowered his eyes and murmured something in a voice only he could hear.

Yes, why bother with the meaning?

Some desires are pure precisely because they never ask reason for permission.

"want to?"

As soon as Lucas had a thought, his Shadow Armor instantly turned into particles and dissipated, revealing his astonishingly handsome features.

He looked at the rapidly changing expression on Clark's face and asked.

"Yes, brother, I want it."

Although I don't know why, I'm actually very clear that my special nature has given me a mission that I can accept, just like my father's hopes for me. If I yearn to save people but don't want to reveal my identity, then a suit of armor to conceal myself is indispensable.

Clark hesitated for two seconds, then immediately replied.

The sound was so fast that it barely went through the brain.

He was stunned for a moment the moment the words left his mouth.

He realized that his reaction was too hasty.

Clark's ears even flushed slightly, but he didn't take back what he said.

He simply straightened his back a little more, as if using his posture to confirm the legitimacy of this desire.

"You will have a set of armor that is uniquely yours."

Lucas said calmly.

"But before that, as your brother, I will give you a set of armor, which you will be able to wear soon," Lucas then added.

"Thank you, Lucas," Clark said gratefully.

"You're welcome, we're family."

"Yes, we're family!"

Clark nodded vigorously.

"Also, if you have any questions lately, you can try seeking my guidance, or you can write them down and ask me together. As your older brother, I won't be stingy with my intelligence."

"————Okay, brother." Clark nodded.

The two brothers exchanged only a few words before falling silent again.

This is actually the norm.

After all, we grew up together and know each other very well, so it's impossible to have a long conversation like we would with a stranger.

But Clark remembered Lucas's last words; he had indeed been somewhat confused lately.

It has nothing to do with Lana, but with Chloe.

Ever since he and Lana got together, he felt that Chloe always kept a certain distance from him, intentionally or unintentionally.

For example, Chloe's conversations with her start off superficially, or when they meet, she greets them politely and then turns away.

It's not that we can't keep our distance.

However, this made him feel that their friendship had suddenly become distant.

He doesn't have many friends; besides Chloe, he only has Pete left.

In addition to that, there is also their own identity —

Clark planned to write it down separately on paper and have Lucas answer all his questions.

Thinking this, he turned and walked to the telescope that his grandfather had made, and started operating it. Soon, a perfectly timed smile appeared on his lips.

It looks like you're seeing the future you want through that round lens.

Lucas glanced at it and remembered a movie called "Rear Window," in which the protagonist was a war photographer who, unable to move after being wounded in the leg, "communicated" with the outside world through his camera.

This kind of voyeurism is not essentially "perverted," but rather a psychological compensatory mechanism.

Simply put, it's because of a psychological "illness".

And voyeurism is the medicine I prescribe for myself.

If that's the case, Clark's psychological problems are quite serious.

After all, that war correspondent chose this method because of a leg injury, while Clark seemed to have started doing this kind of crazy thing when he was in fifth or seventh grade.

Lucas chose a comfortable position, half-lying on the recliner beneath him.

Recalling what had happened during this period, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he inexplicably felt that fate was against him.

He repeatedly "guided" certain people to appear before him.

If he were just a small-time Karami, perhaps even without Wonder Woman, that woman Amanda could have caught him directly.

From the moment the other side suddenly decided to send the Suicide Squad to Gotham to take action against the Penguins, it seemed like there was no connection, but Lucas felt quite the opposite, as if an invisible hand was secretly orchestrating all of this.

As the founder of V Team, Amanda's number of suicide squads is not actually limited; in fact, she can form many squads, depending on how many prisoners are in that concrete prison.

The other side made no sense in sending a suicide squad, which included members like Plastic Bomb, Shark King, and others capable of rivaling a large army, just to deal with a local Gotham gang.

This is certainly partly due to the death knell.

But the fact that Amanda was able to reach that position firstly shows that she is definitely not someone who values ​​her own interests or disregards the overall situation.

On the contrary, the other party is a typical executor of the national will above all else.

You don’t see the tragic grandeur of sacrifice in her, nor the self-pity of dedication.

There is only one kind of "appropriate" that is almost cold-blooded and deeply ingrained.

When it's time to be tough, I'll be ruthless; when it's time to compromise, I'll be unwavering; and when it's time to bear the blame, I won't even flinch.

Such a person would never make such a rash decision.

A chill flashed in Lucas's half-closed eyes. Whatever the reason, or who was behind it all, anyone who provoked him would have to pay the price.

in the afternoon.

The dust particles floating in the air looked as if they were edged with gold.

Smallwell High School.

Diana, dressed in a well-tailored blue suit, knocked on the door of the school board leader's office.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Principal Guan frowned as he looked at Wonder Woman, who had come in and sat down directly in front of him.

"Let me introduce myself, Diana Prince. Chief Curator, Research Fellow, and Special Advisor for International Cultural Heritage Conservation at the Smithsonian Institution."

Diana smiled with a perfectly measured curve as she took out her business card.

"Hello, hello—" Principal Guan took the business card, glanced at it, quickly stood up, politely extended his right hand, and looked even more puzzled: "Ms. Diana, who are you looking for?"

Wonder Woman also stood up and gave a perfunctory handshake: "It's like this, I saw that your school is recruiting content experts in the field of history. I wonder if I might have the honor of submitting an application?"

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